**UNFINISHED BUT WILL BE WORKED ON SOON AS OF JULY 2022** My life was so typical. I was the average background character in a giant movie... Until he came into my life. Being Tyler's younger sister was hard for me, but I was used to being unknown. Everything changed when my older brother invited me to LA with him to help edit his best friend Markiplier's videos. I was ecstatic for a new chapter in my life. But this is no Markiplier love story, you see. He's engaged to Amy. I'm in love with his editor, Ethan.

"I won't tell," He said, slyly. "Really? What's the catch?" I asked, eyeing him. "Pretend for me." "Pretend?" "Pretend to love me. Just until January." I sighed deeply, "Alright, I guess it's a deal."

This is the story of a 15 year old teenager, Max, who in his 15th birthday, discovers an awful truth about himself... He is not human. Looking everywhere he can for answers, Max finds out that he shares some similarities with a tall creauture that is very feared now days by the society. Will Max find out who, or what he is? Where does he come from? Who is his father?

This is a Jeff the Killer fan-fiction/love story. Each chapter is song themed so I will put a link to every song in the description. It does have a few sexually explicit scenes and more than a few gory scenes. I will rate each chapter In the description there will be explanations of certain things that might be considered foggy and there will also be name pronunciations because many of the names are difficult to pronounce It is a lengthy story and each chapter is much longer than one would expect. I have a very distinct writing style that I haven't really seen in many fan-fictions and will make the formatting a little different from normal fan-fictions. Disclaimer: Due to a few reactions I've received from this story, I feel that it is necessary for me to put this here. I, in no way, think that it is okay to take the life of another human being. Life is a precious gift and it is wrong to rob it from someone. I do not believe that being a serial killer is a good thing. It is in no way commendable, acceptable, or right. Serial killers are not good people and the acts that they commit are wrong and barbaric. This story is to only entertain an idea. It is fiction and so is the character Jeff the Killer. If he were real, the events depicted here would not transpire in this manner and he would be a person feared rather than idolized. Serial killers are real and I highly doubt they will hesitate to kill you. These people belong in jail where that can't harm anyone or in a mental rehabilitation facility where they can get help if that be the case. Please do not misunderstand that by me writing this story that I feel that the act of killing multiple people is okay. It is not, and I do hope that everyone realizes that.

Becca, A troubled girl who lost her brother at such a young age, learns to love again, As she realizes that the world really isn't perfect.

Being normal was never really my thing. I never really clicked with society. Of course that might have something to do with my upbringing. My mother, she's the stone cold bitch type, would tell me, "Some people are born lucky. While others are lucky to be born." You could guess what category she placed me in. Up until recently I believed her, too. I was minding my own business when the man with the carved in smile stole me away from everything I've ever known. What he brought me to, however, I wouldn't trade for the world. From faceless brothers to eyeless killers, I was brought to live with a strange new family. So I'm getting settled in with these strange people, and only the good Lord himself knows whether I can survive this or not.

What have you become when they take from you almost everything? "Your nothing Jen. No one will notice thwt you're gone. Who is there to notice. The only one who wouldve hasnt done shit. Your nothing. Just a little speck In a world of 7 billion. There is no one to remember you. There are people to remember me, but not you" He says, looking at me on the ground. "And Whos fault is that?" I question sarcastically, Already knowing the answer. As does he. "Well Mine ofcourse. But what does it matter now? Ive got what I want." He says, twiddling with the sharp glimmering knife in his hands. "And what is that?" I say, shifting away from the shattered glass on the ground. He chuckles lowly, stepping towards my lying body on the ground before putting the knife against my throat with slight pressure against my cold porclain colored skin. "You, Love"

Rose was an abused child, but that didn't stop her from doing things she couldn't explain.. She just also happened to be the lost twin of Harry Potter. Read her story as she chooses a dfferent path than Harry's, a path to evil, hurting the one she cared most about. Doing something so evil, that she will never be forgiven for.

It's either live or die by the hands of the devil's tendrils. Danger lurks around every corner, but does Gerard have enough guts to save everyone that mean something to him?

William Baker, a young boy has just recived orders that he is to ship out to fight in a losing side of a battle. Memories of home and the young men and women beside him are what keeps him alive, but soon he will have to depend on his on moral support to get home to sit under his Willow tree once more. Will he and all his comrades win the war or go home in defeat?